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and left, taking her personal guards with her.
    By the time Rentaro stretched out his arm asking, “Uh, hey, where’s the exit—” everyone had already left the press conference room.
    At a loss, Rentaro scratched the back of his head, stuffed both hands in his pockets, and wandered around the Seitenshi’s palace. However, he stopped suddenly and scratched his head three minutes later whenhe realized he was lost. After passing a reception room decorated with gigantic stuffed deer and alligators and the like, then a locked meeting room, Rentaro found himself in a hallway he had never seen before with a red carpet, without knowing how he had gotten there.
    As Rentaro walked around looking for a worker to ask for directions, he suddenly felt a shot of pain as his arm was wrenched behind his back. “Don’t say a word,” a stifled voice whispered in his ear, and he was pushed into a nearby men’s restroom and thrown against the wall. Rentaro saw stars, and he thought his forehead had split open as he watched a bloodstain spread on the wall.
    Bastard.
Still trapped, Rentaro elbowed his captor behind him and tripped him. Getting free, he used his left hand to grab his opponent’s head and banged it into the wall in return.
    “Son of a bitch.”
    Rentaro felt someone else coming from behind to hit him and took the attack by putting up his right arm to block without looking. Then, he used a bit of aikido to twist and throw his opponent into the wall.
    There was a gasp as air was pushed out of his attacker’s lungs.
    “That’s enough.” There was the click of a gun cocking, and Rentaro stopped moving. Turning around slowly, he saw the six guards from before, including Yasuwaki. One was standing guard outside the restroom, two had been beaten by Rentaro, and two had drawn their sidearms and had them pointed at Rentaro.
    And the last, Yasuwaki, had his arms clasped behind his back, looking down at Rentaro like a snake tormenting something weaker than it.
    “What are you trying to do…bastard?” Rentaro said.
    Yasuwaki walked briskly over to Rentaro, and just as Rentaro thought he had drawn a large knife from his hip, Yasuwaki thrust the side of Rentaro’s face into the wall of the restroom as hard as he could. Yasuwaki brought his mouth next to Rentaro’s ear and whispered in a stifled voice, “Rentaro Satomi, turn down this job. It is
my
job to stand behind Lady Seitenshi.”
    “Huh?”
    “You make me sick. Who cares if you’re the hero who defeated a Zodiac? You just happened to be the one by the abandoned railgunmodule, you whelp. If I had been there,
I
would have defeated the Zodiac.”
    Rentaro didn’t say anything.
    “Why you?” Yasuwaki continued. “Lord Tendo left Lady Seitenshi to me while he was gone. To
me
. Lord Tendo’s usual position by her side should be mine.”
    “You’re always by her side protecting her, aren’t you?”
    Yasuwaki gave a snort. “Idiot. It’s not the same as being with her in the car or during meetings. Besides, Rentaro Satomi”—Yasuwaki leaned over and grinned, licking his lips repulsively—“Lady Seitenshi has grown up beautifully and will be sixteen this year. Don’t you think it’s about time Tokyo Area’s ruler had a successor, as well?”
    “Oh, is that how it is? In the end, it’s always that, huh?”
    Yasuwaki drew his gun from his hip and thrust it between Rentaro’s eyebrows. “Shut up. Now, I’ll have your answer.”
    “I’m not gonna listen to you.”
    Yasuwaki put away his handgun quickly and headed for the hallway with a jerk of his chin. “Crush the bones in his arms and legs.”
    Were these guys serious?
Held down by guards on his left and right sides, he was disgusted and flailed wildly until suddenly the hold on his right hand loosened. The next instant, before he could even think about it, his hand had reached out to the gun on his hip. He aimed slightly to the right of Yasuwaki’s astonished face and pulled the trigger.
    The bullet